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GOD

He/Him

December 25th

Spikemunth

Northeast

Monster

Rocket Beast

TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD -- FOR NEW PEOPLE

IT IS TOO LATE FOR US. WREAK HAVOC ON THE MIDDLE CLASS.

6'4" height

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

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Shred

GOD DAMN THE SUN [M]

POSTED ON Sept 25, 2024 23:19:00 GMT

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stained glass lies shattered on stone floors. banners are ripped and tattered. the pews have been cracked and broken and splintered. anything that might once have been gold and silver is now stolen. the altar is dyed crimson with blood.[break][break]

even in the midst of war, this holy place was not a sanctuary. no prayer could protect them from the all-consuming destruction. no iconography or idealogy could save them from the ravenous kanto dogs that came looking to feast. the doors were broken down, and the people inside, the saints and the sinners alike... well, who knows what happened to them? maybe they died. maybe they got captured. real fucked up little coin flip, isn't it? frankly, when you put it like that, death almost seems like a mercy. better to go out here than end up hanging upside-down in a meat locker, watching some butcher from kanto calculate whether he's better off selling you or your organs. yeah, if you were here, you'd definitely rather be dead.[break][break]

course, you weren't there, were you? and that's why you're here now.[break][break]

"tell me, you think their god listened to them when they were begging for mercy?" you idly ask, sparing a glance over to your "assistant" on this mission. not that you need much assistance, frankly. still, she seems the priestly sort, so it's only polite to let her play disciple for the new god. "because from where i'm standing, it sure as shit doesn't seem like it."

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She/Her

December 13

Ecruteak City

Bisexual

Kimono Girl

Grunt

No more worlds like this

No more days like that

5'0 height

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Yotsukura Yotsugami

GOD DAMN THE SUN [M]

POSTED ON Sept 26, 2024 20:33:53 GMT

"Oh, I've no doubt it listened. It simply chose not to act."

It's a cold assessment. What sort of god is that, who would allow such monstrosity to fall upon their most ardent believers in their hour of greatest need? But, she doesn't find any fault in that choice, if a thing as conscious a choice ever happened here. God is a sheer cliff face, a blank slate of perfect marble. No ordinary human could ever hope to scratch that surface, to affect a change in the firmament. No matter how desperately they claw at the stone, no matter how many of them are crushed to a pulp against that wall.

"--No prayer will ever reach a true God. Reach Heaven with your own two hands, or not at all."

That was never a delusion she labored under, anyway. From the moment she chose that path, she understood there was no point in empty words. She'll shatter that blank slate, or she'll die trying.

--Still, it's regrettable. She sees no need for this slaughter, and meaningless violence is only the act of a animal, some atavistic beast from before the coagulation of life into the shape called 'humanity', marching along to the doom-drum of their own heartbeat and nothing more. Dogs like that can't be trusted to serve this organization, she thinks. Beasts like that can't be entrusted with her dream.

She regards her superior with an idle curiosity, in the same way one might a car crash on the news. So this is the shape of one chosen by God, she thinks. It's a ragged form, no doubt, and she isn't familiar with the lord his sword is pledged to. Nothing more than rumors and murmurs. But, a knight in rags is still a knight. Even if he weren't her superior, she'd respect the strength that lead him to his light, all the same.

Maybe that's why she speaks freely. Maybe she just doesn't care. If he does take offence, at least she'll be in good company.

"...What is the point of this? Devouring the people of this region is not a substitute for their approval."

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